“What was it?” Sophia asked briefly.
Mr. Boldero indicated the enigmatic. “Exhaustion, I suppose,” he replied.
“He’s here?” demanded Sophia, lifting her eyes to possible bedrooms.
“Yes,” said Mr. Boldero. “I suppose you would wish to see him?”
“Yes,” said Sophia.
“You haven’t seen him for a long time, your sister told me?” Mr. Boldero murmured, sympathetically.
“Not since ‘seventy,” said Sophia.
“Eh, dear! Eh, dear!” ejaculated Mr. Boldero. “I fear it’s been a sad business for ye, Mrs. Scales. Not since ‘seventy!” He sighed. “You must take it as well as you can. I’m not one as talks much, but I sympathize, with you. I do that! I wish my wife had been here to receive you.”
Tears came into Sophia’s eyes.
“Nay, nay!” he said. “You must bear up now!”